Glassy flat water on the harbour
Reflecting a blanket of cloud.
No waves in sight, no birds or boats
An eerie welcome for commuters.
'Earthquake weather' came to mind
With a prickle of chill up my spine.
Fate should not be tempted that way.
Glancing back the clouds are split
With radiant light in search light streaks from above,
Shattering the gloom.
Chills replaced by awe for such beauty.
The grey day forgotten, until the return home.
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